In the wake of the Harvey Weinstein story, and its more tsunami than mere ‘wake’ really in view of the vast numbers and sheer horrors of the events claimed, other groups are queuing up with their own tales of harassment, abuse and predatory behaviour. Models have a badge now, so many of whom had terrible experiences at the hands (literally) of svengali-esque ‘carreer-makers’ can speak of their own personal experience. Even MPs are now recalling similar events of groping, harassment, physical and sexual abuse. It appears to have been an epidemic. Much of it ‘historical’ but that in no way mitigates the gravity of the offences. Its not like such activities were acceptable in ‘pre-feminist’ times. I’m not sure when, exactly, ‘post-feminism’ started but I’m guessing Donald Trump wasn’t instrumental in its induction.

I’ve now reached the point where I’m actually concerned that no-one ever sexually harassed or assaulted me. Was I not pretty enough? I reckon I was drop-dead gorgeous. Did I mix in the wrong circles? Give off the wrong vibe? Ok there’s the ‘probable’ fact that most (errrrrr…) of the guilty are men, and being the world’s most heterosexually wonderful person that I am, maybe there just aren’t enough predatory women to go round. Obviously I’m not talking a woman who looks like Harvey Weinstein (heaven fucking forbid that there is any woman anywhere who could look like THAT), but more an Anne Bancroft in The Graduate kind’a deal. That’s what I was looking for when I was 15/16/17 (I could go on).
Whatever it is, its gotta stop.
And so has Jared O’Mara gotta stop. More revelations have come about of previous appalling acts of pretty much anything nasty and hideous. Calling a coffee shop girl an ‘ugly bitch’, very nice. Very Labour. But as one wag commented yesterday: ‘is this enough to get him thrown out of the party? No, only talking to Tony Blair can guarantee that’. So true. The fat ginger tosser lives another day.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx